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Mackenzie, I can use you here at Dolphin
Cove, but only if you want to stay.

You either work here or you don't.

Well, I'm not an instrument for
institutional oppression, like some.

Yesterday you wanted a gun.

It's your anniversary?

Five years.

You walked out on me, Mac.

Remember?

I'm sorry.

I am sorry for what I did to you.

Nice. Whoo-hoo!

Give me your hand.

Let's go.

OK. Camera's rolling.

I'm Byron Jones, and this is unceded
First Nations land,

which the government promised us would
be protected for koala conservation.

But tomorrow, Sunshine Timber
are going to cut these trees down.

Turning this place
into a tinder box.

Hey, oi! Camera on me.

Yeah, righto. Keep your pants on.

Oi, brothers, get on with it.

So people call
Natural Force Collective terrorists.

But this is an act of
self-defence again... (RUSTLING)

It's probably just a wombat.
Come on, keep going.

This is an act of self-defence
against mass extinction.

To live another day, we must...
ALL: Defend and disobey.

So how do you feel about
going to jail?

I say bring it on.

I would like to see them
try to take me in.

Hey, temper.

Temper. Yeah?

Save it for when the loggers
get here.

What? You're having second thoughts?

None.

What about you, Byron?

Me?

You worried about being locked up?

(SCOFFS)

Jail's nothing for me. I've done it
before and I'll do it again.

Come on, speed it up.

Everyone secure?

Yep.

Yeah, all good.

Secure.

Now get some shut eye.

It's gonna be war in the morning.

How did everyone sleep?

Terrible. Never better.

Byron?

Byron?

Wake up. Oi. Byron!

Byron! Get up!

Byron?

What's happening? Byron?

Oi! Can you hear me?

He's not... Byron! Byron!

Is he alright?

Oi! Byron! Byron! Get up!

Hey! Byron!

Help! Someone!

Good morning. Hey.

Still on the breakfast of champions,
I see.

Oh, and you're still wearing
that cheerleading outfit.

I play at centre half back.

Oh, cool.

I regret the error.

It's his 300th game on Friday,
so he's just doing his pre-game ritual of exercising

and stressing out.

What's your excuse for exercising?

On a day like this,
how could you not? (LAUGHS)

I'll grab our juices.

Do you want me to, um, get you something
with perhaps some nutritional value or...?

No. No?

Thank you.

Actually, while I've got you,
I was hoping you could, um...

If I could, uh,
get my engagement ring back.

Oh.

Oh. You're gonna...?

Yep.

Uh... It's time.

And it's my grandma's,
which, you know, obviously.

Obviously.

So I'd like to... Mm. Mm-hm.

Yeah, yeah, I'll get it to you.

Great.

Yep.

And the, uh, the full forward
is the one who kicks the goals.

Oh, that is so fascinating.

You should come to the game, Mac.
Mm.

Oh, I don't do the footy.

You're doing the footy.

I beg your pardon?

On patrol at the game in uniform.

I don't have a uniform.

Well, that can be arranged.

Can't someone else do it?
I mean, I don't really like people.

You don't?! No! You're so popular.

Look, the rest of the team, they do their
bit, whether you like it or not.

So will you.

What if I'm still caught up
with this case?

I have every faith in you.

Morning, boss. Hey.

Bit of a situation.

What have we got?

Victim found whilst staging
a protest.

Looks like someone or something
hit him over the head.

What's taking so long?

Just head around the back.

Get us off here, please!

Please, just get us off. OK?

Stay calm. We're working on it.

Felix, I need you to contain
this scene after you cut them free.

And make sure you search them before
you take them down to the station.

We're not thinking about
arresting them, are we?

They're chained to a corpse,
Constable.

This is a crime scene.

Please stay back!

Please stay back.

Stay back!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Please stay back.

(RETCHES AND COUGHS)

Byron Jones, 35 years old.

A pretty notorious member
of Natural Force Collective.

What were they doing here, exactly?

Protecting the koalas.

And who can blame them?

I cuddled one at the wildlife
sanctuary last year.

Most of those koalas have chlamydia.

Well, they didn't get it from me.

OK.

Wound to the back of the head.

Uh, could be from the log?
Mm-hm.

Someone could have forced
his head back.

Mm-hm.

Well, Forensics are on the way.

Odd. Only one sock.

Who would hike all the way up here
in only one sock?

Maybe he couldn't find
a matching pair.

Does my head in.

Who found the body?

Uh, operations manager
for Sunshine Timber, Fiona Kolios.

OK, let's go speak to her.

OK. Brilliant.

I arrived at 0500 hours
to let the boys in for work.

I heard yelling and I found his body
like that, chained up.

Just awful.

Did you know the victim?

Not really.

Honestly.

But I am across
various environmental groups.

It's part of the job.

Did anyone from Sunshine Timber
access the coupe last night?

No. Anyone coming in
needs security clearance from me.

But someone could have broken in
after the protesters?

Well, we have cameras that cover the
entire fence around the perimeter.

We'll need that footage.

Of course.

Well, we want to help in any way
we can.

Honestly, it's just horrible.

Mm.

OK, thanks.
We'll, uh, we'll be in touch.

She's lying about something.

How can you tell?

She said the word 'honestly' twice.

Which means she's being anything but.

Please, can you state your name
for the record?

Ken Sen-Jones.

Henry Jones.

Byron's my...

WAS my brother.

No comment.

OK, well, for the record, Maggie Mitchell,
your licence is expired, by the way.

OK.

Can you describe what happened
last night?

Yeah. Someone killed my husband!

So you guys should be out there
trying to find whoever did it.

Which is what we're trying to do.

Maggie and I were out
getting supplies.

We picked up Henry and Byron at Natural
Force headquarters around midnight.

Did you go inside?

No. We flashed our headlights
and they came out.

Can you at least tell us what time
you broke into the logging coupe?

No comment.

We entered publicly owned land
around 2am.

Who locked you to the excavator?

(SINGS) ♪ Fighting for the forest ♪ We
shall not be moved ♪ Fighting for the forest

♪ We shall not be moved ♪ Just like a
tree that's planted by the water... ♪

Byron locked us all on
around 2:30am.

Is there any way you can get yourself
free of the chains?

You know, in an emergency?

(LAUGHS) No.

It's the whole point.

Did you see or hear anyone else
on the site after you'd locked on?

I didn't see anyone,

but I think in the middle of the
night, I felt the chain shaking.

Definitely shaking.

It's a lot of effort to go to just to
stop the logging for what, one day?

Byron always said
that every minute counts.

Every single minute.

Every last tree.

The government has no legal right
to raze that forest.

It's public land
that should be in public hands.

Not signed over to those vandals.

♪ Brothers together ♪ We shall not
be moved ♪ Brother... ♪ Stop it!

So, anything Byron said or did,
you all just followed?

We all work together.

Everyone united.

Followed. I founded this collective
when he was still in nappies.

I mean, no comment.

We reviewed the security footage.

No sign of anyone entering
or exiting the premises.

So four activists
break into a remote logging coupe

with a fence around the entire
perimeter.

They chain themselves
to an excavator.

They can't escape.

They can't see or reach each other.

No one else goes in or out.

At least not that we can see.
Mm.

Yet, somehow,
one of them wakes up dead.

Mm.

What?

Wakes up dead?

Our victim is Byron Jones.

Ooh, a legend.

Do you know, once he glued himself
to the road on the Harbour Bridge

over climate change?

Now, that is how you stage
a protest.

Isn't that a bit extreme?

Extreme and fearless.

A master of drawing attention
to the cause.

I mean, Maggie Mitchell
may have been the founder

of the Natural Force back
in the '80s, but it was Byron

who almost went to jail
for Bungil Creek.

What's Bungil Creek?

Oh, it's only the Woodstock
of protests.

I remember that.

Weren't some miners hurt
when activists supposedly tampered

with one of the bulldozers?

Byron was arrested?

On trumped up charges.

Dirty mine and dirty coppers
in it together.

It was shockin'.

Hm.

Uh, you might want to rephrase that,
Regina.

Decent folk.

Just... just trying to do their jobs.
Mm.

Anyway, Byron was acquitted.

The mine got shut down,
and he became a hero.

Yeah, with a few enemies, no doubt.

Felix, put together a list
of the victims of Bungil Creek.

See if any of them were in
Dolphin Cove in the last 24 hours.

OK.

OK, so the trespassers arrive at 2am, and
then, Fiona Kolios, she drives up at 5am.

Do we have the video yet
from Henry's camera?

Uh, still waiting for an email
from Forensics.

Phone records? Financials?

Victim's phone wasn't on his person.

His husband said he barely used it.

Didn't like the radiation.

Well, that checks out.

I mean, Byron was a bona fide
radical, old school.

Who else could have pulled off
such a gutsy protest?

In one sock.

So he was only wearing one sock.

He's his own man.

Odd socks? Yes.

No socks? Unhygienic.

But there's an equilibrium.

One sock!

Of all the combinations,
it's just wrong.

Well, let's run a background check on
everyone chained to that excavator.

Y...

Cause of death appears
to be a subdural haematoma.

Internal bleeding
around the brain from a...

Blow to the back of the head. Yep.
Did you find anything in the wound?

A few splinters.

The bite marks on his tongue
indicate a seizure.

A symptom of the head wound.

OK, so the victim's head
was forced back against the log.

It's likely the bruise on his chest
also supports that.

Could that be a hand mark?

The assailant held him down?

It's possible. Mm.

But how do you do that
if you're chained up as well?

You don't think the killer's
one of the other activists?

Well, no one else came in or out.

They couldn't even
scratch their nose.

How could any of them kill Byron?

Yeah, well, figure that out,
and we're getting somewhere.

Uh, by the way, I...
I am coming to your rugby game.

Oh, it's actually... (SIGHS) Yeah.
It's not by choice.

Your mother is making me patrol.

Oh, she's a monster.

Yeah, she is punishing me.

Or it's her way of making sure
you finally see me play.

I've seen you play.

What? Twice?

Three times, even.

Actually, just a reminder about the, uh...
Oh, the... Yeah, the ring.

Yeah.

Don't worry.

I know exactly where it is.

(CLATTERING) (GROANS)

I have no idea where it is.

Oh, well... (LAUGHS)

It's great to see that you've kept the
house in the same condition your mother did.

Oh, no. This, this, this is the...
It's the Collective's finances.

Actually, this is quite interesting.

They were struggling until a couple
of months ago, and then they got

quite sizeable anonymous donations...
Mackenzie!

Focus.

I have turned this place
upside down. It is not here.

I have no idea where it is.

Well, that's not good, is it?

That is not helping.
OK, OK. Alright.

I've got you, honey. Right?

But on one condition.

You do exactly what I say
with no objections.

Sure.

Close your eyes.

No objection!

Can you tell me why?

I thought if I hypnotised you...
Absolutely not.

I am a fully qualified
hypnotherapist.

Was it an online course, Reggie?

Over three weeks. Yep.

OK. Just trust me.

Hmm?

Just close
those beautiful eyes of yours.

Both of them.

OK. Mm-hm.

(RINGS)

Ah! Close.

(RINGS)

Relax.

I want you to picture the ring.

What do you see?

It's shiny... I don't know.

OK. OK, OK.

What does the ring mean?

Wedding.

Mm-hm.

Marriage. Mm-hm.

Um... Obligation.

Too right.

God, apart from a cake and a dress and
someone to rub your feet twice in 32 years,

it's not worth
the aggravation.

You know, I don't think
I could have handled one more person

telling me what I threw away.

(GASPS) Threw away?

That's it. OK.

Ah! The day of the wedding,
I took off the ring.

Yeah?
And I threw it... right there.

I told you.

Hypnotherapy!

(GROANS) Ah!

Of course,
hypnotherapy isn't foolproof.

(DING!)

(GASPS)

Oh!

(LAUGHS)

Oh, but what did I say?

Fully qualified!

Whoo-hoo!

Yeah.

Looks OK...
for six years in the dirt.

Yeah.

Do you remember Mum's reaction
when we got engaged?

Oh, God. What did she say?

Something about marriage being a prison
that shackles women to domesticity.

I mean, she had a point.
Yeah. She loves to make a point.

I could hear her yelling at you
from across the bay.

Mackenzie. You'll be shackled.
Mackenzie!

That's a kilometre away.

Mm.

Sound wouldn't travel that far.

So, Byron's phone records show that
he was only messaging one number?

Mm. Unlisted.

Mm. Mm.

There she is.

Try that number.

(LINE RINGS)

How did you know?

Why did Fiona know to go
to that exact spot yesterday morning?

She heard the activists yelling
when she entered the coupe.

I heard yelling
and found his body like that.

Uh-uh.

The entrance is a kilometre away
from the excavator.

So she couldn't have heard them.
Uh-huh.

She knew Byron would be there.

Come on, let's see where she goes.

Ooh, I wouldn't do that, Fiona.

This was not my idea. It was his.

Byron's?

Hm.

Oh.

He was providing information
to Sunshine Timber, wasn't he?

Why would a radical environmentalist
like Byron help Sunshine Timber?

Because he was being compensated
for it.

That explains the large
anonymous donations.

I'm guessing his name's
not on the books.

A few months ago,
he sent me a message

that he'd realised the only way
to stop the logging was in court.

And Natural Force filed plenty
of injunctions against us.

So he got the cash to keep his collective
going and you got advance warnings

about where the collective
would be protesting.

So we could contain the protest
before the press got wind.

Uh-huh.

Does anyone else know
you were working with him?

(LAUGHS) Are you joking?

He insisted I use a separate phone,
delete every message.

And the one time I saw him in person,
he pretended he didn't even know me.

Byron.

Sorry. We don't...

It was all an act.

Everyone has a price, Detective.

Mm.

Can you confirm your whereabouts
the night Byron was killed?

I was staying with my sister...
in Port Bray.

I never went near him.

(STATIC)

Byron was on the take
from Sunshine Timber.

No way.

No, that can't be.

OK. Thank you.

Sorry, Reggie.

OK.

Fiona's alibi confirmed by her
sister and two of her neighbours.

Where are we with background checks?

Uh, Ken Sen-Jones - a couple of
charges for assaulting police officers.

Seems he's got a temper.

Uh, Maggie Mitchell
wears a lot of perfume.

No. That's patchouli.

A woman like that is all natural.

Mm.

Yeah. She's been a hardcore
environmentalist for over 30 years.

She basically lives off the grid.
No socials, no mobile.

And a lot of no comment.

What about the brother?

Uh, Henry Jones studied medicine,
but dropped out to become an environmentalist.

Uh, usually behind the scenes,
filing injunctions.

Anything on those miners
injured at Bungil Creek?

No records of any of them
in Dolphin Cove.

Byron was staying in Dolphin Cove
for how long?

A few months.

They're using an old hall
in Jacaranda Court,

where there was a noise complaint just
before midnight the night Byron died.

Two blokes shouting.

You were on that night.

Why didn't you follow up?

Yeah.

A tourist hit a roo on the M1,
I had to redirect traffic.

Well, according to Ken's statement,

they picked Byron and Henry up
from headquarters at midnight.

Sounds like the brothers
were having an argument.

Ha.

About what?

I didn't want to go through with
the action at the logging coupe.

Why not?

My brother and I
are very different people.

He believed that protesting would change
things, and I thought there was more to it.

He got in your way?

No.

I was just trying to protect him.

Byron spent six months on remand
after Bungil Creek, and I just knew

he wasn't going to be able
to survive that again.

What exactly happened
at Bungil Creek?

He hardly ever spoke about it,
but he kept some files on it.

Where are they?

The files.

Just give me a sec.

You haven't seen his phone?

Nah.

I haven't been able to face
going through his stuff just yet.

Can we have a look around for it?

Yeah, I suppose so.

You're not going to find
anything on it, though.

He hardly used the thing.

Except when he was giving information to
Sunshine Timber in exchange for money.

Byron would never do that.

So why do you think you started
receiving all those big donations?

Our planet is burning...

and our governments
are doing nothing about it.

People believe in this cause,
Detective Clarke,

and Byron had a way
of firing them up.

Found the phone.

That's weird.

Ken and Byron normally keep
all their cash in that box.

There should be more.

You knew about this spot?

Me and Ken. Yeah.

Byron's?

I guess so, yeah.

(UNDER BREATH) Sock.

Mackenzie.

Taped to the bottom of the desk.

We can get them to the lab,
see what we're dealing with.

No need.

They'll be painkillers.

Opioids.

How do you know?

Byron copped a shoulder injury from
a fight he had when he was on remand.

Got addicted.

He swore he was clean, though.

Does his husband know about this?

If he did, he wouldn't be happy.

Do you know his whereabouts?

I actually haven't seen him
since we left the police station.

Well, that was productive.

Wasn't it?

The file, the money, the phone...
Drugs.

It's strange.

Why?

I don't know yet.

Call Glenn. Get him to prioritise
the tox report.

You know what this means, right?

That Byron was under the influence
of opioids?

And it explains the one sock.

Does it?

He wasn't thinking straight.
Oh.

Well, thank goodness
we have an answer for that.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I'm gonna get Felix to chase up Maggie
Mitchell, see why she wasn't staying here.

How do you know
she wasn't staying here?

Oh, not a whiff of patchouli
anywhere.

Maggie Mitchell?

Police.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS)

I know you're in there.

Off you trot.

(OINKS LIKE A PIG)

Yuck.

Uh, what is this?

That's for patrol at the football.

You're a constable again.

Congratulations.

Welcome to the team.

Is there anything in that file
that Henry gave us?

Uh... Nothing unusual.

Well, apart from this.

Byron wrote something here.

1-7-S-K?

Mm... It's not a seven.

That's a three.

Or a Z.

Mmm... OK.

Whatever it is, what does it mean?

Maggie Mitchell has zero respect.

She wouldn't even
come out of her van.

I'm pretty sure she was making
oinking noises at me.

(LAUGHS) It's not funny.

Sorry.

I wonder if Maggie would talk to a kindred
spirit of the environmental movement.

I reckon I might know someone. Mm.

(PHONE RINGS)

Mm.

Felix, could you get that for me,
please?

(SIGHS)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Look at this.

Coloured dots.

Mm-hm. Mm-hm.

On Byron and Ken's calendar.

Some sort of, uh, Morse code?

Thank Goddess those days are over.
Hey?

(BOTH LAUGH)

Sorry.
What on earth are you on about?

That was Sunshine Timber.

A bit of a scene happening there.

You killed him!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Hey!

Somebody there killed my husband!

(SIREN BLARES)

(GLASS BOTTLE SHATTERS)

Open up!

Hey!
Hey, Ken. Ken, it's alright.

It's OK. Get away from me.

It's OK, mate. Hey. Come here.

It's OK. Come here.

It's alright. It's alright.

You're alright, man. You're alright.

We just need to ask you
some questions.

Stay calm. Breathe.

It'll be alright. (GROANS)

They wanted to silence him.

Why would they do that when he was giving
them all the information that they needed?

That's not true. Byron would never...
Yeah, look, I'd be angry, too.

He betrayed you.
He betrayed the whole collective.

Do you really think
that one of us would do that?

We're a family.

Oh.

Did you know
he was using drugs again?

(SCOFFS)

You can't have been happy
about this.

Especially as the two of you
were planning on having a baby.

How did you know that?

Well, these dots,
they're an ovulation cycle.

I assume you had a surrogate
lined up.

We wanted a family
more than anything.

So you must have been furious
when you found out Byron had spent

the money you would need.

(SCOFFS) What?

Byron blew all your money
for surrogacy.

He ruined your chances of having a
baby, and he started using drugs again.

Everything you'd ever wanted, gone.

He worked so hard to stay clean.

He promised me.

You really didn't see the signs?

The only time I thought something
was off with him was that night.

He was unsteady on his feet.

I should have known.

This is the police.
Open the door, please.

Alright, alright, settle down!

This is public land.

I have as much right to be here
as anyone.

Look, we've had complaints about you
washing your underwear at the tap,

playing loud music,
public urination.

That's a load of polly-waffle.

Oi! Pig!

Hey, why don't you back off?

This is none of your concern, madam.

Steady on.

Oh, and listen to a bootlicker
who blindly follows the rules?

What?

You heard me.

Yeah? Yeah.

Yeah, well, at least I'm not
a bored old stickybeak

who's trying to get in the way
of someone with a real job.

Oh, stickybeak?
Yeah, stickybeak.

Ah, right. With a real job?
You've got a real job, have you?

Yeah, I've got a real job.
Good for you.

Why don't you arrest us or push off?

Yeah.

I want this vehicle
cleared out by the morning.

Ooh! Big man. Coppers!

Are you alright?
Yeah, yeah, I've dealt with worse.

Alright.

Oh.

Do you want a cup of tea?

I'd love one. Ah.

(LAUGHS)

MACKENZIE: Did you figure out
if the scribble was a seven?

Not yet. I'm working on it.

I think Ken really did love Byron.

Mm.

Doesn't mean he didn't kill him.

How'd you go with Maggie?

Well, Reggie's sure committed.

I reckon that's a T.

I reckon it's a K.

Maybe it is a T.

Mm.

So, what you doing on the weekend?

Look at you, making conversation.

It's my nan's birthday.

OK. Well... Colin, what about...
what about you?

Um, I'm off to the footy.

And by footy, I mean Aussie rules.

Footy!

I still can't get my head round it.

I'm holding the banner
for Glenn's 300th game.

You can...
You can help if you like.

Oh, I would rather eat my own hair.

But if you're going to be there,
you could cover my patrol. Yeah?

Nice bit of overtime for you.

Hm?

Oh, no. The thing... Uh, holding the banner...
Oh, the phone. The banner... um...

Hello? Oh.

Yeah. What have you got?

Yep. I'm on my way.

Thanks for taking the shift, Colin.

Yeah, Mackenzie, I'm not sure,
because the banner needs quite a few people to...

She's gone. (DOOR CLOSES)

Byron's tox report was clean.

That can't be right. No.

No, we found drugs in his possessions,
and Ken said he looked drugged that night.

Well, he wasn't.

Then we still don't know
why he was only wearing one sock.

Maybe it's a fashion statement?

Ah. You're joking?

Yes. (LAUGHS)

Well, it is hard to tell
with your past questionable choices.

Excuse me?

Uh, I seem to remember a strange
attachment to shark tooth jewellery.

Mm.

Speaking of...
Oh, yeah. Yeah.

The... Yeah. Yeah.

Um... You OK?

Well, yeah.

Just, um...

You don't have it.

No. I, uh...
Oh, it is so stupid.

Really.

Um... What?

(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Hey. Hi, Sprout.

You ready for dinner?

Hi, Mum.

Later. Yeah?

I'll just grab my stuff.

Oh.

What's got you
looking like a stunned mullet?

Uh, Colin... Colin's covering
my patrol at the football.

Oh, is he now?

He was going to be there anyway.

Yeah. Supporting the team.

Still, he can do both.

Well, looks like
you orchestrated that beautifully.

Ready to go.

So, feel like crayfish?

Oh! And I'm going to pay for that?

No. I picked a couple
out of the water this morning...

Yeah. That one.

Oh, yeah.

And this one. Yeah?

It's from Tassie Dams. Oh!

Middle of the night,
forestry came, raided us.

God, that must have been just...
What?

Terrifying?

No, exhilarating.

I knew you'd get it.

Up. Hey.

So, um, did you get taken to lock-up?

That's where I met my husband.

Mm.

Ex. Ah.

The only good kind.

The only good thing
that came out of mine was the kids.

That never happened for me.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Nah. Que sera, sera.

Yours must be proud of you.

30 years in the movement.

You'd think that.

Oh. Come on.

Their mum's the founder
of the Natural Force Collective.

How many kids can say that?

All they remember is the time
I wasn't there.

I gave my life to the collective.

I've got nothing to show for it.

I got no house, no savings,
no one to love me but this old girl.

Oh...
Well, you've got the collective.

They're your family.

So I thought,
until that leech took it all away.

Or tried to.

Who...? Who tried to...
(PLEASURE AND PAIN BY DIVINYLS PLAYS ON RADIO)

Ah! I love this one.

(LAUGHS)

Oh!

♪ Lover, lover, why do you push?

♪ Why do you push?
Why do you push... ♪

Henry's headcam footage has come in.

Watch this.

So, here, Byron has a bandana
on his wrist.

But when we found the body...

It's gone.

So where did it go?
We searched the whole area.

Suspects? Nothing.

(SNIFFS)

(ALL SNIFFING)

Is that patchouli?

Ooh. (LAUGHS)

It's been a long time
since I've spent a night in a van.

But I tell you what,
it was worth it.

What an incredible woman.

What did Maggie tell you?

Oh, where do I start?

The stories she tells -
that woman has lived!

She's put it on the line for her beliefs all her
life, no matter what it cost her.

Reggie? Yeah.

The case. Oh, right.

Well, you're not
going to believe this.

Byron made a proposal to vote Maggie
out last week, and it passed.

So Maggie is no longer part
of the collective?

Nah.

Why did she go through
with the protest?

Well, because Natural Force
is all she has.

She doesn't see her kids.

She's got no fixed address.

That van and the movement
is her entire life.

And Byron took it all from her.

No wonder she's furious.

Yeah. I did find something.

An envelope for the ferry to Tassie.

She's planning on leaving.

Well, I called them on the way here,
and she's booked a one-way ticket for tomorrow.

But... but...
She's on the run!

Come on, Colin.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I need a coffee.

Big coffee.

(TYRES SKID)

Uh-oh. What's she doing?

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

Stop! Police!

Where are you going?

Literally nowhere to go.

Stop!

(ENGINE SPUTTERS)

Huh?

Maggie Mitchell,
step out of the vehicle.

And there she is.

Can you explain why you're leaving
during a police investigation?

No comment.

Oh.

We know that Byron
kicked you out of the collective.

How do you know that?

Oh, that little snitch.

So he took
your entire life's work from you.

I wanted to kill him, sure,
but I was chained up all night.

And I'm a pacifist.

I don't even eat meat.

So, why are you leaving?

Because those vandals down in Tassie want
to start up old growth logging again.

Not on my watch.

Oh, so you are in charge
of the collective again?

It's a collective, sweetheart.
No one's in charge.

That's what Byron never understood.
It always had to be about him.

Just...
Just stay in Dolphin Cove.

You can't keep a good woman
chained to the tide.

Well, actually, with your expired
licence, I could keep you here for good.

So, Maggie Mitchell confirmed
everything Reggie told us.

Well, that's if she's telling the
truth, the shifty old bird.

Well, considering she was kicked out
of the collective, she's got motive.

We've got plenty of motives.

Are any of them strong enough
to drive someone to murder?

Well, Byron ruined Ken's dreams
of creating a happy family.

And betrayed Henry and the rest
of the collective

by being on the take
from Sunshine Timber.

But the only person that conceivably
could have killed him,

Fiona Kolios, has no motive.

And then there's the one sock.

(GROANING) Oh, God.

And now Byron's bandana
has disappeared, too.

Well, we're looking
for a laundry thief.

(LAUGHS)

There's something we're not seeing.

Oh, hello.

Uh, has anyone got
a magnifying glass?

Yeah.

It's quite useful in examining
certain buds before you harvest.

That's to help with my arthritis.

Oh.

The writing in the Bungil Creek file...
1-7-S-K.

Byron Jones was charged with
causing serious injury recklessly.

Which is Section 17
of the Victorian Crimes Act.

OK, so that explains the 1-7.

What about the last two letters?
S-K. What's that, a victim?

I already cross-checked SK with
the victim list at Bungil Creek.

No match.

There is an SR, though.

And I've just found this.
Uh, second person on the left.

That's Fiona Kolios.

What's she doing at the trial
of Bungil Creek?

SR is Sarah Roberts.

And her maiden name is Kolios.

So, Fiona's sister, Sarah Kolios,

was one of the miners
seriously injured at Bungil Creek.

Ha!

How could you work with a man
who hurt your sister like that?

Byron gave us critical information.

We kept it professional.

His last text
was all business about the protest.

Byron walked away scot-free.

A hero.

How did your sister come out of it?

How do you think?

It's everything.

The job, the pain,
the... the depression.

She's a different person because
of Bungil Creek, because of Byron.

You must have wanted him to suffer.

Of course I did!

(EXHALES)

I was going to expose him.

The hero of the environmental movement
on the take from a logging company?

It would have ruined Byron.

That's far better than killing him.

It still doesn't add up.

Fiona's alibi checks out. Ah!

Even if she did do it, how would she
have got past the security cameras?

Which leaves us with...

How do you murder someone when
you're chained up and you can't move?

Right. Is everyone secure?

Yep. Alright.

I want you to pull on the chains
as hard as you can.

See if you can shove Colin's head
against the log,

which would explain the head wound
and the splinters.

Ready? One. Two. Three.

(ALL GRUNT)

Nah? Nah.

Yeah.

OK, so that rules out the three
protesters working together.

I want to see if the two people
either side of him could have done it,

which is Ken and Henry.

OK.

I want to see if you can kind of...
kind of reach Colin.

I can almost touch his wrist.

That's not going to kill me.

No.

OK.

So...

Uh, Mackenzie?

It was definitely impossible
for any of them to attack Byron,

but no one else came in or out...
Mac?!

Of the coupe.

Mac? Can you let us off now?

Oh.

Mm. Yep.

I do actually have work to do.

(GRUNTS)

Ow!

I think I've got a splinter now.

I'll need tweezers.

Ah, that's it.

Hey, you didn't...
with the thing.

Well, not right now.
I'm kind of busy.

You didn't want to do it?

Why wouldn't I want to do it?

Well, unfinished business.

Oh. That's ridiculous.

Yeah, well, running away from
something doesn't mean it's over.

That... that ship has sailed
to calmer...

kinder waters. Mmm.

Well, you didn't spend hours
digging for it to not give it back.

Digging? Hmm?

Wound to the back of the head.

A few splinters.
A symptom of the head wound.

Glenn? Glenn?

Yeah?

The splinters that you found
in Byron's head wound.

I need those test results.

OK, I'll get them.

I know who did it.

But to prove it,
I need that bandana.

We don't know where it is.

I do.

It was impossible.

Three people chained together
with no way of killing Byron,

and a fourth,
who never went near him.

How could the killer have murdered
Byron while attached to the excavator?

Well, it's a simple answer.

They didn't.

We know that Byron and Henry
argued earlier that evening.

What we didn't know
is that it got violent.

Byron. Byron.

Say it. Get off! Don't!

You shoved him, bruising his chest.

Get off me!

Ow! Ow!

He fell, and he hit his head.

Here.

Which we know because the splinters
in his wound...

Varnished red gum.

Same as these floorboards.

But Byron didn't die here.

He got up, stopped the bleeding
with his bandanna,

not realising his head injury
was a ticking time bomb

that had already started killing him.

(CAR HORN HONKS OUTSIDE)

Because nothing was going to stop him
from his protest, from being a hero.

So he fell.

It doesn't mean I killed him.

But you knew
Byron was behaving oddly.

First there was the sock.

He only wore one.

Then he stumbled at the excavator.

Ken thought he was under
the influence, but his tox was clean.

You saw him stumble too, Henry.

You knew he was deteriorating.

And because of your training
at medical school,

you suspected
he had a near fatal head wound.

He studied medicine, but dropped out
to become an environmentalist.

You wanted him dead.

All you had to do was wait.

And true enough, after locking
on, Byron had a seizure.

It's a common symptom of bleeding to the
brain that can occur hours after a blow.

That's why you felt the chains
shaking at the excavator, Ken.

(CHAINS RATTLE)

And you heard it, too,
Henry, your brother dying.

(CHAINS RATTLE)

And nothing
anybody could do about it.

But you were safe.

No one would ever know you were
responsible for the blow that killed him.

Ah! Apart from that bandana.

It had his blood on it.

And Byron couldn't have got
that blood on it at the excavator.

I mean, he couldn't scratch
his nose.

The bloody bandana proved that
he'd been injured earlier by you.

So you took it.

You were the only one who could reach
the bandanna on his right wrist.

After you were cut free,
you pretended to throw up in the bushes,

creating a diversion
and burying the bandana.

(RETCHING AND COUGHING)

But you knew we would come
looking for answers.

So, as soon as you could,
you left us a trail of lies.

First the pills
hidden in plain sight.

Then you took
Ken and Byron's money,

making it look like
he was back on painkillers.

And then the phone to make us think
he was working with Sunshine Timber.

He was.

I've got messages to prove it.

Yeah, but you never met with him
in person, did you?

And everyone knew
Byron rarely used his phone.

What a perfect opportunity
to pretend to be Byron

and get the money
from Sunshine Timber.

I mean, it's how you kept
the collective afloat.

Then you deleted the messages,
so Byron never saw them.

You gave us the file on Bungil Creek so
we'd make the connection to Fiona's sister

and think that Fiona killed Byron
in revenge.

Oh, you had it all under control.

Bribes coming in.

The collective's secure.

And then... Oh.

Byron bumped into Fiona.

Sorry.

He acted like he didn't know her
because, well, he didn't.

And it made him realise
what you had done.

You made just one mistake.

We found the bandanna
with your DNA all over it.

Byron called me a traitor.

Me!

I was the one who kept this collective
going, and he just took credit for it.

So, yes, I did want to kill him.

I did.

But just for that one moment.

And then we... we locked on...

And it was too late.

Yeah. (CRIES)

I didn't mean to kill...

I didn't mean to.

Henry Jones, you are under arrest
for the murder of Byron Jones.

You do not have to say anything.

But anything you do say may be
taken down and used against you.

Hey, I forgot to mention how realistic
you were during the undercover op.

Even for a bootlicker?

Yeah, but what would I know?

I'm just an old stickybeak.

Rightio.

You want to come grab a beer
at the footy tonight?

I wouldn't miss it.

Col, you gonna join us at the bar?

Oh, I can't, I'm afraid.
I'm on duty.

Oh.
That's very good of you, Colin.

You know, showing up for the team.

Did you hear that, Mackenzie?

You know, doing your bit?
(HUMS)

Thanks, boss.

Still, Glenn's 300th was going
to help hold the banner up, eh?

Anyway... (LAUGHS)

Aww. (BOTH SIGH)

Fine.

I'll do the shift.

Um... Really?

Mm-hm.

But I'm not going to cheer.

And I'm not going to wear
the team scarf.

And I'm not going to enjoy myself.

Brilliant.

Um... Go, Dolphins!

Go, the Dolphins!
Go, Dolphins!

Absolutely not. No.
Oh, OK. Alright. Yeah.

(BOTH MIMIC DOLPHIN SQUEAKING)

Was that a dolphin? Yeah.

Get out of the way.

Oh!

Whoo! Another round on me!

(CHEERING)

MAN: Ah! Nice, Col.

MAN: Absolutely... (CHORTLES)

Constable Clarke!

Mm-hm. Someone's been celebrating.

Oh. (LAUGHS)

Yeah. They're Felix's.

Demoted! Hey!

Just for the day.

How good was the game? Mm-hm.

Yeah? Yeah.

(LAUGHS) I didn't hate it.

Surprisingly.

Are you still on duty?

I'm just finishing. Yeah.

I just wanted to return this.

Oh.

You found it.

Yeah, I did.

Oh, it's so sparkly.

(LAUGHS) Yeah.

Yeah.

It's beautiful.

I enjoyed wearing it when I...

(LAUGHS AWKWARDLY)

(CHUCKLES)

Let's see if it still fits.

Uh... COL: Altogether now.

ALL: (SING) ♪ It's a grand old
flag ♪ It's a high-flying flag

♪ It's the emblem for me and for you ♪
It's the emblem of the team made up... ♪

(GROWS INDISTINCT)

COMMENTATOR:
It's a thriller on Green 3, folks,

as an old rivalry
comes right down to the final bowl.

You should know the boss is here
as a witness.

Pow pow! (WOMAN SCREAMS)

I was standing right here
when the shot was fired.

Then how did the killer use this
gun if it never left the wall?

It's a note.

What does it say?

A piece of information
that can just destroy a family.

Enough! That's enough.

You had the ring out.

Why didn't you...?

Hey. What are you doing here?